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I hate the fucking news.

Many of you may remember that, a few years ago, a friendly acquaintance of mine was murdered. I'd like to say that it was the first time that a friend of mine was murdered, but it wasn't. It wasn't even the second time that someone I knew was murdered.

At any rate, I'm sitting here watching the news, and what should I see, but the news that the trial is apparently underway. Feh. It's weird to hear the people who killed Frank referred to as "men." I'm pretty sure that most of them are still teenagers, even now, two years later.

I hate hearing about friends on the news. I hated it when I found out about Bob's death on the news. Hell, I even hated hearing about Kip on the news. It's always a full-frontal assault, watching TV and hearing something horrible about someone that I know personally.

I wonder whatever happened with the woman who killed Bob? I guess the trial of a woman who ran down a man on a bicycle doesn't merit the same air time as the trial of a group of boys who shot someone.

It's all just horrible.


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May. 1st, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)
I remember when that happened. I didn't know him, but I was working at Abay and when of my co-workers knew him pretty well. She was really shaken up by it. I lived in Squirrel Hill then, also, and it really freaked me out because I drove past that spot every day.
May. 1st, 2006 04:34 pm (UTC)
I didn't know Frank well. I knew him because we both always hung out at The Quiet Storm (I think he worked there for a while, actually), and we'd certainly hung out and chatted some, but he was mostly just a peripheral someone within my immediate circle of friends. Nevertheless, I was very close with a number of people who were close to him, and the ripple effects were devastating. And he was one of those someones that I had felt I had the potential to become real friends with. Fuck.
May. 2nd, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
i remember that too, although i could not tell you what he looked like. there definately were ripples.
I know what you mean when you say how odd it is to hear "news" about events that seem so personal. one of the girls from my group of friends from junior high was murdered (a few years ago now) and it was so jarring to see such a huge thing reduced to just another five sentence paragraph.
May. 2nd, 2006 03:40 am (UTC)
My friend Karen's murder was the one that hit me the hardest (the "it wasn't" link above). We were friends in high school. She was a few years younger than me, and was still at Allderdice when she was killed. I was overseas, and could tell that something was up from my mother's voice on the phone, though I didn't actually find out until I was back stateside.

The boy who killed her was, among other things, the ex of my friend Miss Prissy Pants' sister. Miss Prissy Pants and I spent a lot of time talking about it, and, specifically about the fact that turning off the alarm and letting her friend inside the house at 1:30 in the morning was something that each and every one of us would have done in that same situation.

Karen was so sweet and kind and smart. She would have done amazing things with her life, if she'd had the chance. She and I used to sit in the hallway at Allderdice and eat lunch together. I would always share my animal crackers with her.
Dec. 12th, 2010 03:09 pm (UTC)
My best friend Bob...
It is almost seven years later and living my life without Bob is very difficult to say the least. It has been the longest, hardest greiving process i have ever gone through. I still cry like it happend yesterday and i dont know if that will get any better. He was my best friend and i will feel the loss of him forever. The woman who killed him i have done alot of praying for her, trust me i was angry for years, but i had to try to heal myself so i started praying for her. She has to live with what she did for the rest of her life and when it's jugement day is when she will get what God says she deserves. I wish all of Bob's friends and family nothing but love and healing and know that Bob lives in our hearts so he will always be with us. I love you all. I still have the sketch book i gave him so long ago and when i miss him the most i hold it, look through it and cry and tell him how much i love him and miss him. He knows how we feel for him and i would like to think he looks down on us just as the angels do. XOXOXOX HP
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